Isabella Buitenpost Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I’m walkin’ downtown, right? Stomach’s growlin’ – mmm, donuts – but I’m focused. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza. Takes guts! Saw this gal once, leanin’ on a pole, smokin’. Looked tough, like she’d slap me silly. Made me mad – why’s she gotta be so mean-lookin’? But then, she winked! D’oh! Heart jumped – happy as a pig in mud! Little fact: back in old days, they called ‘em “ladies of the night.” Fancy, huh? Not these gals – they’re more “ladies of the alley!”

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Apr 29,  · Thanks to a new smartphone app, there may no longer be a need to comb the streets in search of a prostitute. The red light districts in Germany just received a technology Missing: Buitenpost.

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